A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.

So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…

It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response

The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view

The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.